All Poems
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The Two Hermits
© Khalil Gibran
One day an evil spirit entered into the heart of the older hermit
and he came to the younger and said, "It is long that we have
lived together. The time has come for us to part. Let us divide
our possessions."
Upon The Skilfull Player Of An Instrument
© John Bunyan
He that can play well on an instrument,
Will take the ear, and captivate the mind
For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 1865
CHORAL: "LUTHER'S JUDGMENT HYMN."
In The Evening
© Anna Akhmatova
The garden rang with music
Of inexpressible despair.
A dish of oysters spread on ice
Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp.
Three Short Poems
© Mao Zedong
Mountains!
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot above me!
Life And Immortality
© James Beattie
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"
(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought?
Idle Blessedness
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack,
In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse;
A Sweet Pastoral
© Nicholas Breton
Good Muse, rock me asleep
With some sweet harmony;
The weary eye is not to keep
Thy wary company.
Home, In War-Time
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
She turned the fair page with her fairer hand-
More fair and frail than it was wont to be-
Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres: We felt odd:
'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid church
His Indian Love to Diogo Alvarez
© Louisa Stuart Costello
When thou stoodst amidst thy countrymen
Our captive and our foe,
What voice of pity was it then
That check'd the fatal blow?
Der Freischutz
© Charles Godfrey Leland
AIR - "Der Pabst lebt,"
WIE gehts, my frendts-if you'll allow-
I sings you rite afay shoost now
Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls
Der Freyschutz, or de Magic Balls.
Sonnet 1: Loving In Truth
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
How Graces Are To Be Obtained
© John Bunyan
The next word that I would unto thee say,
Is how thou mayst attain without delay,
The Paradigm
© Allen Tate
For when they meet, the tensile air
Like fine steel strains under the weight
Of messages that both hearts bear-
Pure passion once, now purest hate;
For A Trafalgar Cenotaph
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze
With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;
They rest beyond the speech of human pride
Who served with Nelson and with Nelson died.
Hexameters
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,
Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,
I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;
But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;
And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him.
